The Devil’s Dance
Two armies were sent to war
Just to settle a score
By fools with crowns on their heads
Soon ten thousand men were dead.
In the middle of the fight
The bravest young knight
Raged, “Life has no chance
In this Devil’s Dance!
Only Death wins an unjust war!”
He flung his weapons down,
On the killing ground,
Uncurled his fist and took the great risk
Of extending his bloody hand.
The other man knew
He could cut him in two,
But sheathed the sword he bore.
That’s the fateful day when
Five thousand young men
Chose peace
And walked away.
With Love,
Russ
(C) Copyright 2016 Russ Towne
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